Never doubt your own ears

"I'll call you back, Steve. I have to give some kid a blowjob."

You couldn't help mumbling "Holy shit..." under your breath as she hung up her cell phone and set it on the table. You never even showed her your PDA, but she already knew about the task you'd written. You never even asked for a blowjob, and it was already a foregone conclusion that she'd be giving you one. This thing was real. It was fucking magic or a mind control device or something. The implications of this kind of technology were--

"Hey!" the business woman snapped her fingers in your face. "We don't have all day; do you want this blowjob right here, or can we go to the bathroom first?"

Oh, right. You could ponder scientific revolutions later; you had to get a blowjob in the next ten minutes. Glancing around the coffee shop and the bank of windows giving you a panoramic view of the street outside, you made the best snap decision of your life.

"Right here," you growl. "Suck my cock right here where everyone can see us."

She rolled her eyes, but wasted no time at all dropping to her knees and fishing out your hard dick. After a few quick strokes to make sure you were fully erect, this woman whose name you didn't even know wrapped her perfectly lipsticked mouth around the head of your cock. You'd never actually had another blowjob to compare her to, but the sensation as she flicked her tongue around your swollen head was almost too good.

Between her ruthless efficiency and your utter inexperience, an orgasm hit you like a freight train in no time at all. Your knees went weak. You saw spots. You pumped cum down this stranger's gulping throat until your balls actually ached from overexertion.

The moment she'd sucked you completely dry, the businesswoman popped loose from your cock as quickly and casually as she'd latched onto it, leaving you dangling and throbbing in the open air as she sat back in her chair, picked up her phone, and called Steve back.